Thus, in the heart of combat, the sounds of dented metal and voices of the warriors, along with detonations would tend to signify chaos completely. In the middle of all this; there will be a twelve-year-old boy who shall flee with all his strength. His thin built body is drenched and has many injuries on it some of which are dripping with red blood on the muddy floor he makes. A physical pain grows with each step he makes, but that does not matter as the characters are afraid to die and they keep on running. “stop!!, you scrawny little bastard” a soldier shouts as he chases him, The tone is venomous and harsh, nearly drowned by the clamor of the battle.
Soldier and his comrades follow the boy to the extent that one cannot help but understand that these men would do anything to capture him. And the boy does not turn around. He is hardly able to catch his breath but he still maintains his focus on where he is heading. This is why he knows that if he has not yet achieved the last point of his goal it means that it is done. His steps become more morbid, the muscles in his legs seems to have swollen yet he does not want to stop.
With every step he takes on the ground. The wound that is on his body are now paining him a lot; the type of pain that comes with every slight movement as if one is being pricked with thousands of sharp knives. This pain on the other hand seem to keep him aware that he is alive, and so long as he is feeling this pain he can continue to survive.This indicates the fact that the place which used to be just a small village has been entirely turned into the battle field. The rather negative pictures can be described in the scene where houses are burning, trees are uprooted and the colour of the ground is blood red.
This place is known to the boy as here he used to stay until some events of war started to take place. However his house is destroyed up to now and the only place where he can feel safe is a place that can only be reached if he crosses the eye sight of his enemies. Unfortunately for him, he realizes does that he has to keep running. “I must not be caught, I have to survive for them… ” These are the words of a father who has losses in this genocides of this brutal war. He wakes up to a rude shock when he has lost all his wealth yet all one is left with is life and that, he refuses to let go.
In front of him he now notices a large ruin – the house that used to be the warehouse of the village. It could be the perfect hiding place if he can get there without being seen by anybody particular, not to mention the guards. But the sound of the boots of several soldiers following him becomes louder, they will not surrender anytime soon. “Kill him, don’t let him escape!” another soldier cries out rallying the rest of the soldiers. They are coming closer and closer and the boy can hear the sound of their heavy breathing, therefore they too are gradually getting tired but the zeal of the fight they are undertaking is equally higher than the level of tiredness they are experiencing.The boy begins and runs as if he wants to vanish in thin air by increasing his speed of the run as he was attacked. He understands this is the last chance having got what he wants all information he possesses leads to that conclusion. Though he possesses small legs he drags his injured body swiftly and with one last leap fetches himself to the residues. Without any second thoughts he attempts to crawl in between the fragments of looks like benches only with the intention of saving his fragile and painful body. He has to hold his breathe and continues holding his breathe as the footsteps of the soldiers gets louder. There is only the sound of his pulse in his ears and he fears that the sound is audible to the others.
The anxiety starts building up but what he does not manage to suppress himself and he does not scream at the top of his tonque. ‘Do you see him?’ There is a call from not far, they are a soldier who shouted. Might he might have wandered a few blocks,’ The footsteps are drawing near and the coarse tones and the expression of anger make the air heavy. The boy gets low and low even more waiting for the thick curtain of the nights for him to appear over the ruins. However, at a personal level, one will find the formation of perspective to address his or her fear. He doesn’t have a desire of dying right here. He will not afford to be captured by them in such an easily.
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Though his body is exhausted and the pain that spreads through him makes it nearly impossible to move, he clings to one belief: Ultimately he has to live. Sometimes there is a sound of footsteps heard, and which fades away, and the soldier who is pursuing seems to have lost the trail. The boy does not move from where he is, and he does not say anything, not even daring to breath loudly and he is positive that they have gone away finally.The man only takes a deep breath when silence embraces the area again the same process to replenish his but breathe. But, he is not the fool; he must know this is not the finality of the game.
They may come back with more people and this shelter will become a trap if he does not get out now. Slowly, the boy emerges from the hole in the debris without anyone’s knowledge that he was actually trapped there. When he is confident that the environment is safe, he has to stand from the table but his legs are weak; they are like jelly that barely supports him. He begins to rise and cautiously begin to retreat from the fight deeper into the forest that is adjacent to the village. Yet a soldier nearly ignored perceives him walking in the distance From where the soldier is stationed, he realizes that he was moving. Screaming to the other members of his unit, the soldier points at the man: According to him, he said, “He is over there.”
The boy has no time to turn to respond to them, before he finds himself being followed again by the duo. This time he has no other way except to run towards the forest; the only good thing about it the trees and the bushes in this particular forest might aid in concealing his tracks. The path gradually gets tough due to the growth of roots from the ground and the slippage of the surface The boy gets worried that what he is doing has become harder for him to do it but he cannot quit. He thrusts ahead roughly through the branches and the leaves that seem to slow him down and he draws short breaths. Nevertheless, the soldiers are mobile and muscular and cannot be dismissed. They tread behind him, and their feet crash the floor, thus representing influential and uninterrupted deaths’ march of tolls. The boy is able to hear their voices and this makes him depressed though this also makes him to continue running. “No! No! Don’t stop!” he mutters to himself, trying hard to swallow down the growing nausea in his chest. In the distance, he spots a dark shadow of something that might be his last refuge: small cave which half is filled with thick bushes. He advances towards it but his body is so weary although he has struggled a lot.
And the same man will decide that it is impossible and that every move he makes is a job, every breath he takes is a burden, yet the thing he is most conscious about is living. Fatigue sets in on him and he realises that his body is week but he does not allow himself to fall down. Finally came the last attempt as with his dying spirit the boy moves and is able to cover the final extrication to get inside the mouth of the cave. He quickly climbs into the small hole and as the door shuts behind him the darkness engulfs him and hides him from the enemy’s sight. When the soldiers arrive all they can see it the forest in front of them and all they can hear is the sound of their breathing and exhaustion. This gets a groan from the second person: “Arrggh… he has escaped again”, the man then proceeds to stomp off on his foot. The others merely remain heaving for short breaths they lose the pursuit that was just in vain.
Staying inside the cave, the boy listens one more time nearly squeezing the air out of his lungs. He cannot even afford to ease himself though the pain is accumulating in his body.He feels the soldiers are still around and any sound, no matter how small, which might not be detected by other people would be detected. However, it took the soldiers quite some time to accept the fact that the lady was indeed dead and they just leave her unburied and return to the war front. Other times, they use appalling words when speaking and they also speak in hasty whispers, but there was nothing more they could do as it exposed them.
Slowly blending into the trees, the boy finds himself in the forest in the dark, and trembling with fear. The boy thus submits to an extent of breathing that on the same note surfaces the intense burning. He feels so exhausted to his skin, bone and nerve. But he knew that he had to put up with it. Perhaps it was not a beautiful house where one could feel physically warm; but it was home in ways the Blackbaits’ filthy widow’s peak was not. Slowly the boy laid himself down on the ground inside that grotto as far as he could possibly go in an attempt at relieving him of pain and getting some power back.
And so in this light the character simply prays perhaps for himself not to die or be killed in the war, or for the war to be over soon, or for a home to be found soon. In the almost totally dark cave where he could hardly discern even the outlines of objects he was surrounded he began to imagine the life where there was no violence, no wars which he knew now. The battles continued, and by night when all was silent and no sound of war was heard and seen, the boy dreamt on and the soft wishes and dreams comforted his aching heart.